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A sharp scream reverberated through the surroundings, causing the nearby Zombies to sense the sound and find their target—the source of that voice, representing humanity, representing food. Suddenly, dozens of Zombies surged into the alley where there had been none before, with even more gathering outside.
The young girl stared in terror at Zheng Yifan before her. He was clad in a stab-resistant suit, holding a Submachine Gun, and his handsome face made her cheeks flush slightly. This was definitely not the appearance of a Zombie; after such a long time, they could distinguish between Zombies and humans.
“...,” the girl spoke a string of Japanese, but unfortunately, Zheng Yifan couldn’t understand a word. However, there was something universal called sign language. He pointed at the girl and then at himself, gesturing for her to follow him before turning around and starting to shoot.
The Zombies were fast; there wasn’t much time for him to waste on words. He didn’t want to become a superhero just yet, so he could only rely on firearms for attack. As more Zombies appeared, the effectiveness of firearms would diminish unless he could generate effective Thermal Power.
Unfortunately, he was alone.
After conveying his intentions, Zheng Yifan charged out, pulling the trigger on the approaching Zombies. But it wasn’t just mindlessly pulling the trigger; each bullet was shot with precision into the heads of the Zombies, destroying their brain structures.
These ordinary Zombies still posed a threat even if they weren’t immediately incapacitated; after all, they had just recently mutated and lacked the various horrifying traits of stronger Zombies.
Inside was a girl in a plain nightgown, looking quite ordinary—just like any neighbor's daughter—around seventeen or eighteen years old. After watching Zheng Yifan rush out, she first wiped her tears away. Then she glanced around her room and finally gritted her teeth and followed him.
In the back room were her parents, but they had already turned into Zombies. They were locked inside and had barricaded the door with nearly all the household appliances available.
She knew that her parents were dead; the current Zombies were definitely not the loving couple she once knew.
Following closely behind Zheng Yifan, she tightly covered her mouth; she understood that it was her voice that had attracted the Zombies.
What followed felt like a scene from an American blockbuster. Zheng Yifan effortlessly dealt with the Zombies ahead of her. When his magazine ran dry, he swiftly replaced it without discarding the empty one; after all, it could still be reloaded later. The action of tossing empty magazines around seen in movies was merely for show—every resource was precious.
Moreover, the current situation is still one of war, making logistics for the Hope Group extremely difficult.
In the real world, industrial operations require the occupation of countries with weapon manufacturing capabilities. Zheng Yifan had long set his sights on his homeland, but first, he needed to clear out the surrounding nations to allow the situation at home to ferment until it reached the conditions he needed to launch an attack on his motherland and truly occupy his base.
As Zheng Yifan fired his weapon in bursts, sounds began to echo through the rooms around him; those were the Survivors hiding inside. They had been trapped in the room for so long that they were nearly starving. Fortunately, this was a port area, and they could occasionally sneak out to scavenge for food.
Tokyo is a metropolis with a population in the millions. Zheng Yifan was not worried about a lack of combat; just like now, hordes of Zombies began to gather within a radius of several dozen miles, and the fighters gradually started to clear them out.
The Combatants gradually replenished their ranks. After the first team cleared the Zombies from the streets, they kept the Fire Net contained within a certain area. The Logistics Personnel quickly followed up, setting up the Fire Net and positioning Machine Guns to control every street before commencing a bloody massacre.
Once the warriors received the Signal ahead, they could regroup and attract the Zombies into the Fire Net.
Tens of barrels of fresh blood were poured onto the ground, enticing the Zombies into a frenzied charge.
They needed Zombies; they needed Zombie Crystal s. Every Zombie was worth killing and had to be killed; otherwise, if the streets were filled with Zombies, it would be impossible to effectively disperse the Lone Wanderers and initiate the next phase of their clearing plan.
When Zheng Yifan returned to the front lines with a dozen Survivors, he saw dozens of Machine Guns already set up, waiting for the arrival of Zombies. The few Survivors trailing behind him were panicking; they heard conversations between Zheng Yifan and his team in various languages—some in Chinese, some in English, and others they did not recognize—yet their own mother tongue was notably absent from this jumble of languages.
This realization struck them: these people were not soldiers from their own country. The thought chilled their blood.
If there were no soldiers from their own country, it meant that their nation had no voice within this organization, making it clear that their future fate was likely to be tragic.
The men remained relatively relaxed; at worst, they would be conscripted or forced into labor. Compared to hunger, these options seemed much easier. However, it was different for the girls; they could imagine their grim lives ahead. There were many sinister films that told them how tragic it would be if beautiful young girls became someone else's slaves.
Do not think that they are open-minded; that is a misconception. In Tokyo, only those crazy Delinquent Girls would disregard such things. Ordinary Tokyo girls still care deeply about their purity, and many of them choose to give their most precious first time to their husbands after marriage.
In any case, for Zheng Yifan, having a Tokyo girl as a girlfriend before obtaining the Time-Space Barrier would undoubtedly be a fortunate thing.
"Arrange for them to rest in the back, provide them with Thin Porridge, but don’t give them too much food. It wouldn’t be worth it if they overeat or even die from it; we still need them for herding and farming in the future!" Zheng Yifan said with a smile, pointing at the Survivors.
Suddenly, everyone fell silent, anxiously awaiting their fate.
The Logistics Officer who received the order bowed to Zheng Yifan and began to arrange what these Survivors should do next, including their meals.
The main focus was still on recording the jobs they held before the apocalypse. This would determine how to allocate them in the future. Those with exceptional skills would not be overlooked; anyone with talent would be hired. Moreover, in this country, certain high-tech fields are at the forefront of the world.
Zheng Yifan needed them; he needed them to spread civilization. (To be continued...)
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